Streaking in a Winter Wonderland...

Days of gold are a rare and glorious occasion out here on the road, and this Monday those of us on MMT2 LP had one! 

For those of you who don't speak "road" a golden day is when you dont have to travel and there is no show. It is an actual, for real, day off! And its amazing! So, the girls and Adam and I decided to head up to majestic Whistler for a day of shopping, eating, and slopes...except we aren't allowed to ski...so more like shopping and eating and watching people skiing. 

Let me say that first and foremost, there are some of the most beautiful men I have ever seen in Whistler, Canada. It made me want to buy an all new Burton outfit, strap on some snow boots, and hit the....couch by a fire in a lodge. Have you ever tried to snowboard? It's impossible, and I look totally not cool trying to do it. I figure I would have more luck sipping hot chocolate by a resting area and using some snow lingo like...

"hey man, that was a great milk run (the first run of the day)" or

" I had to come back in cause I was stuck behind a gaper (a slow skier who looks at the scenery)"

Every guy looks better in a snow hat and huge goggles...but there's just something about those huge clunky boots and the bright red cheeks (remember Nicole Kidman's super blushed face from Cold Mountain?)...plus, I forgot to mention that most of them are Australian or British or from some other super hot accent place. No one in Whistler seemed to be from Whistler and we stood out not only because we were boring Americans, but also because we were some of the only people who clearly had no intention of skiing, or really any intention of snow getting on our bodies at all. So, the intro to Whistler is over...you can picture it....Aspen, Vail, Park City....hot guys, super cold, skiiing, etc...

We ate lunch, stopped in lulu lemon (Rebecca didn't buy anything which should go down in the record books) and then we took the gondola up to the top of Whistler Mountain. 

As we boarded the talking device let us know the ride would be approx. 23 minutes....which seemed like a really long time to be cooped up in a gondola and to try to keep Rebecca from looking down...but I digress...

We make it to the top after a painless 23 minutes of gabbing and watching what looks like a "kid making factory" as little ski tykes ride a conveyor belt to the top of the bunny trail and then ski down to their parents...

So we see the view, spend most of the time in the way of serious skiiers and getting snowed on,  grab the next available gondola headed down and begin the picturesque journey back to our rental car...then Whitney has probably the best idea she has ever had ever. 

Whitney: "Hey guys, take your clothes off. Let's take naked pictures in the gondola."

AWESOME!

Before you can think we are all getting rid of bags, coats, and our many layers until Carla and I are in bras slash tank tops rolled up, Adam is sans shirt, and Rebecca and Whitney are naked from the waist up. Without even thinking. In fact, definitely without thinking. Or considering that any gondola passing us on their way up can see us. We take some pictures (which are hilarious) and are quite happy with ourselves when...the gondola stops. completely. the entire Whistler gondola ceases to move. Beat. Beat. We scramble to put our clothes back on and then nervously joke about how funny it would be if they had stopped the gondola because of us and what an awesome blog it would make if we actually got arrested for indecent exposure on a ski lift. I mean, how funny would it be if we had to miss the show after going to Whistler, but not because we were injured skiing...because we were filming our own version of "Girls Gone Wild in a Gondola"...

After some more hypothesizing,filming a quick follow up video, and getting our various layers back in their rightful place,  the gondola still hasn't moved and we are awaiting further instruction from the talking voice thing, but we aren't hearing anything. 

Luckily we had lots of time to get our "story straight" if we were to be interrogated by Forest Ranger Rick for exposing ourselves in public. Although I dont know if they would've had much sympathy for a "dire need to try on new lulu lemon sports bras in case they dont fit and we dont have them in the States" excuses...

Then, what felt like a half hour later (but was probably ten minutes) the gondola was cruising back down the mountain at its usual pace, with five fully clothed cast members of Mamma Mia safely in tow. Now who says we are boring Americans....